There are all sorts of things a fella thinks of at a time like this–if he gets time to–wondering just what it really is all about–wondering at a social system, set of beliefs that is strong enough to get men to give up their lives for ideals that are so vague–aims that area actually so far away from what we know as reality. And yet a society that is too weak to provide for its own poor and starving in times of depression. I like the way of life that America has to offer
 Date unknown. Written on the USMC stationery characteristic of Phil’s Camp Pendleton letters, and similar in tone to the introspective winter of 1943.
 This letter breaks off in mid-sentence; it is not known if Phil intended this musing for mailing or if it was sent home with his effects.